Oh little Bertie, Gail has been watching far too much football!Banishing you to the garden indeed. We have a good mind to come up there right now and help you dig up that lovely garden - that would teach her.We find humans, in the early stages of the canine - human relationship appear to want to take charge.This cannot ever be allowed to happen Bertie.We urge you to rebel and to continue rebelling!You must get it through to Gail that the only thing that will 'work' are treats, treats and more treats!love and kissesYour adoring aunties, Martha and Bailey xxxx

Hey Bertie,we wouldn't mind getting a red card if it means being banished to that nice looking garden. those are splendid ideas...u should start digging when u get hungry and believe us, that will get u back inside instantly. of course it means a bath for us, which u might not like much!!n about that FIFA eating into 'me time'...thank Dog there is someone with our predicament!

Wooos Bertie, now I know as a trainer dognbI should be giving woo good tips, but really.... football flags... that means, chew them up, and if woo are put outside in the garden, find Moms favorite plants, and start digging, after all the garden is there fur your entertainment, woo could transplant a few plants, get all muddy, eat worms, think of the fun woo could have, then Mommy will not be putting those papers in woo face anymore...~husky kisses~-Kira The BeaWootiful

Whoa!!! We think you should tell your mom that you don't have a clue as to what those cards mean. Afer all, I don't think we doggies can distinguish red anyway.

You do have a very nice "time-out" garden -- much nicer than when our mom was sent to her room as a little girl --and if you check out the Basset sisters' blog, you'll find all sorts of tips to make it even nicer. We're sure Gail will agree and decide that, since you're being so helpful out there, no cards are needed. Hehehe.

Well, being a farm dog myself, I can tell you that if you want to provoke the bull, wave something red in front of his face. This makes him paw the ground, bellow out loud and chase you over the fence. So...when I saw that red card hovering over your head, I thought to myself, uh oh, Bertie's really gonna cut loose now! That would have been my excuse, anyway. Good thing you show some self-restraint there, pal. Catch 'em when they're not looking. :)

Hmmm. My lady thinks you are a very cute dog! I'm a goat and really don't like dogs (especially terriers) but I like reading about adventures. If you read my blog take a look at Thistle (that jerk). He is why I don't like terriers - and why my lady loves them! She likes Bertie's speckled belly. Thistle has a speckled belly too!

Bertie. We'd let you in. Right away. And give you all the treats that come with green cards. (You DO get green cards, don't you?) Moma thinks you are about the cutest wiry pup ever (Through your pictures and antics, she's getting what she missed by adopting me and Fergi ((through KatiePup's pictures)) long after we were puppies). (Did that make sense?) We know. You are just working on your wiry terrier skills now while you are young (It's the reason Gail wanted you, you know, for that frisky sometimes notty personality.) We're here to say, it's a bit harder developing cracker dog tendencies when they've been repressed for so long. So GO FOR IT! We're living vicariously through you!

Gail's a right spoilsport. Can't see what the harm is with a bit of ankle bitting when your teething Everydoggie knows bones are the bestest for your pearlies whites..and covered by trousers or shoes are proper soothing for pupper pearlies.

Never fear Bertie, that silly footie game will soon be over and she'll be influenced by tennis once she's put her peepers on Wimbledon instead. Then she'll be telling you "oooh I say! fine shot Bertie" the first twenty squillion times you lift that long foxy legged of yours and take aim.

Remember the more you practise. The better you'll get. Gail will thank you for weatering her plants too.

Uh oh, don't let my Mama see those cards. I don't want her to use them on me. You are starting to look like a grown up boy now Bertie. Mama says my looks are changing fast now too. Happy Father's Day!Wirey Hugs, Purrz & Licks,Katie, Butchy, Ruby, Sylvester, Scuby & Hootie

About Me

Hi, I'm Bertie, a wire-haired fox terrier pup. I live with Gail in Aberdeen, Scotland. An old Westie called Hamish used to live here but he died on 18th February 2010 (exactly the same day I was born). People tell me that he used to have a blog and that I have big pawprints to fill. That's a bit too much responsibility for a very young puppy - and anyway, I intend to make my own mark!
(Gail says that Hamish could certainly have taught me a thing or two about marking stuff....)